braver.

❝ Yes, certainly- it’s absolutely magnificent being soaked to the bone. ❞

Needless to say he wasn’t pleased being stranded in the weather like this, but, with a set jaw and some determination, he wouldn’t let this thunderstorm weather him down. Taking off extra layers of clothes (his cloak, his overshirts, his jacket), he found the nearest tree branch and left them to hang there, stepping out completely into the rain to join Mikhail.

❝ It was wise of me to leave my halberd- I would serve as a better lightningrod with it, then.. I understand the awe in witnessing Nature, however. Many a fool underestimate it’s wrath. ❞

For now, while they spoke, he simply stood there, feeling the cold drops of water pour down on him.

From the mingling of an important Dragnoran Council-man and an influential woman of Valora was born the prodigal son Bardou, the handsome, princely man that was to take over his father’s position someday when he could no longer keep up with his work.

Family life wasn’t smooth at all- his mother left his father at the age of five due to mistreatment and a lot of conflict, leaving the poor boy under strict teaching and upbringing. He grew to be a very serious, very intense individual, who’s tongue was as sharp as his lance, and who had trained both physically and mentally in preparation for the day he inherits the council position.

Until his father learned that there was a possibility of creating connections with the Dragnor royals, the Odas- without hesitation, he sent Bardou away to serve that family in hopes that his son would improve relations between their family. Of course, it wasn’t what Bardou had wanted at all- “to work as a slave for a royal family”, he’d call it.

tagged: no one tagging: listen. you see this? go do it. it’s pretty cool.

You respond to physical touch

For you, love is as simple as a caress. Where ever it happens, how ever long it lasts or how it is: it could be just holding hands while walking about, having a quick cuddle once the kids are in bed, stealing a kiss here and there, exchanging touches while passing each other in the hallway, and of course making love, particularly in the warming up phase – body to body, skin against skin… Physical touch is security and reassurance for you and makes you sure that your partner loves you. 

On the contrary, the absence of physical contact hurts you deeply and you can feel ill treated or rejected and you close down emotionally. But when your partner communicates in your love language, it touches you deeply inside, creating strong emotional intimacy that opens you to yourself and to your partner. 

    “N-No, I’m fine. Just - a little overwhelmed is all.” If that wasn’t the truth. “I’ve been so busy running around the festival, you know? I need a chance to catch my breath is all… but the fireworks are starting soon. It’s my favorite part of the festival, and you can’t see them half as well from the castle! Please?”

    She takes Oichi’s hand in hers, gently urging her forward. She’d had this all planned out to the smallest of details - as long as she followed through, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

❝ Whoa-ho- of course, Hiroko! I’d gladly go to a lovely spot with you- no surprises, okay? I don’t think my poor heart can handle that after Hideyoshi’s last incident.. ❞

Sees hell.